By Callisto Callispi
1.4 . . . I Long For One More Night of Love.
Your eyes widen at the sound of my voice, and you grip your wand more tightly. You whip around, eyes wide and dark like a frightened doe's. Then, recognition floods your face. "Draco. You gave me fright." Your grip on your wand loosens. "What are you doing here? Did you solicit any crucial information on your mission? Shouldn't you be reporting to Dumbledore now? We've been awfully worried."
My lips quirk in a crooked smile. "Have you worried about me?" You frown as I step closer and closer to you, but you maintain your stance. Oh, proud little Hermione. My little dreamer.
"Of course I worried over you. You've been gone for so long. My god, Draco. You look awful. What happ --"
But I don't answer with words; I answer with my lips. In one fluid motion, I reach for your waist and pull you harshly towards me. Your lips are cold when they brush against mine, but I have every intention of heating them up very quickly. "I want you, Hermione," I whisper before kissing you harshly. You push against my chest, dropping your wand into the snow. I nudge your lips open and slide my tongue in to meet with yours. A tingle of electricity sparks within me and heat erupts in my chest. You stop struggling and accept my affections, moaning with longing as I lodge you against the trunk of a thick old tree. You arch your back as my hands run under your coat and sweater and gently cup one of your soft breasts. A shame that we are clothed so heavily . . .
"Come with me, Hermione," I whisper huskily in your ear between kisses. Your breaths are shallow and quick. "Please, Hermione. I want you to. Just follow me away from them -- Potter, Weasley, and Dumbledore. Follow me. I will take care of you, make sure you are denied nothing . . . I will pleasure you like no man ever will, physically and emotionally. Just please, follow me."
Your eyes widen and your lips part in unspoken horror at my words.
"Please, Hermione."
You wrench yourself away from my arms. And how achingly beautiful you are to me this night with your lips so pink and your cheeks so rosy. I've seen you flushed before, but this time, you are flushed because of me. I like seeing that blood coloring your cheeks because I know that my lips caused it. Just please come with me.
"No."